Lyrics:
homo, and you expect to crack a bitch
Game for ya, good to ya
Then it’s still ‘fore you crack a
Bitch and let er spoil
Man I got bitches by the dozen tho
fit raps articulate
You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous
Still facinated by my ste
Little P wanna be me, huh you no D
One time
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is here now, word
(Shine
waisting time
No i cannot go down
No i cannot rewind
Next up to a official business
I still got more to knock off a wish list
Got demons out the way off
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
Bus driver, this here gal refused to give me her seat!
Everybody, huh, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now
Uh, yeah, yo
What up my people equal? This be
the runway, I knew I'd be outta here one day.
Got my passport baby I'm oh so official 50 states ain't enough for this girl
On the first flight out of here
greasier than a slab of bacon
Bitch, you still cooking this pork in this house?
Stop cooking that damn pork in this house
The hell going on in here?
Take
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
security state of virginia,
whose official theorist declares method on black
skin as a manicured lawn, as an alabaster factory,
as strip mining the top
it, pride won't let you show it
Cuz it's lawyers from the hood, doctors, teachers and poets
Planted you here at birth, you still ain't choose
I put fye on these niggas
When I take off just like a rocket
Still realizing lies
Straight from their sockets
I said that I'm back from the dead
But
ain't really gettin' bricks
Its official man ya niggas ain't shit
Tell 'em I said that!
He nigga lying everytime you hear rhymin'
He don't talk
ain't really gettin' bricks
Its official man ya niggas ain't shit
Tell 'em I said that!
He nigga lying everytime you hear rhymin'
He don't talk
repeated
It's hard to argue when the witness say they seen it
Some sobbing others seething
There's gone be trouble this evening
County official is pleading
now (You in danger now)
You a DC here trying to save her now (Captain save a ho)
Was the game, I'm the player now (Bitch what)
By yourself, who you came
murder in the lot
My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
The adapt by T's and be 's and the regencies
Fuck what the reason be, I'ma
I always been Official
I know what's Beneficial
I never known to have a pistol
But I
Found a way to hit you
Leave the scene simple
She want to ride
been here before
Why should I hold onto something if your grip will let it go
Superficial but to official to let you go
I really miss you but it's too
dominate call me Godzilla
Here we go yo kill the beat first degree slaughter
I adopted rap the official rap father
Solid as a rock transparent like water
creditors and councilors
In armor bright, the merchant men
Official moments of the guild
In poses keen from bygone days
The city fathers frozen there
creditors and councilors
In armor bright, the merchant men
Official moments of the guild
In poses keen from bygone days
The city fathers frozen there
feeling my kneeling's a superficial ruse
Still hearing whistles, so is this Book the official rules
Drastic passages, manifest for their destiny
Then Daddy
(Eightball)
What's the deal
What's up with a nigga, Eightball up in dis here
Fa real
Historic hits, nigga like Ali's fist
Rock the world
Get freaked
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